CHAPTER2
Alexa
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When I next woke up,my breasts were once again full and aching. I glanced at the clock radio and saw that it was nearly seven thirty in the morning.
Time to get up.
I slipped out of bed, checking on Luke as I did. He was lying on his stomach, a pillow over his head as usual. I took the breast pump and two bottles into the bathroom, intending to pump without waking up Luke if I could help it.
I went to the second bathroom nearer to the kitchen area and closed the door before switching on the light. In the brightness of the overhead lights, I looked as tired as I still felt. There were bags under my eyes and my hair looked like an old broomstick made of straw, with bits and pieces sticking out from my loose braid.
I really did need a holiday.
Luke and I were really lucky — luckier than most new parents. We didn’t have to worry about money or jobs, with Luke doing most of his work via Zoom or Skype. I was on a leave of absence from Columbia and didn’t have to worry about studying or writing papers. We had a beautiful house in Westhampton Beach and a housekeeper who kept the place spotless and did our grocery shopping.
All we had to worry about was Leif and sleep.
Leif was doing great, hitting all his developmental targets, and was starting to show a bit of a personality. He smiled a lot and I loved it when he got all coy, like his whole body smiled back at me.
I loved him so much…
I was able to pump both my breasts without waking Luke. Then, I went to the master suite bathroom and turned on the shower and stepped inside, glad of the hot spray, which helped to wake me up. I was able to finish my shower and get dried off and dressed without waking up Luke, which was my goal. Once I was finished, I went to the kitchen area and brewed a pot of fresh coffee.
The scent of coffee was what finally woke Luke. I heard him rustling around in the bedroom, having a shower and then getting dressed. On my part, I stood at the patio door leading to the veranda and watched the clouds on the horizon. It was a hot hazy summer made a bit cooler by our closeness to the ocean. I would be glad for September and October and the relief from the heat and humidity.
Luke was still inside the shower, humming to himself.
I stripped off my clothes and joined him, my arms around his neck. We kissed and stood in the shower for a while, just enjoying our wet skin pressed against each other.
“This is nice,” he said. “I miss this.”
“Me, too.”
We washed each other, and then, he turned the shower off, pulling me out of the stall and onto the bathmat.
“You’re so sexy, so ripe and full, I want you right now.”
“I want you, too,” I said, and he took my hand, pulling me into the bedroom. Before I could protest, he kissed me, his arms slipping around me, pulling me against him. I wrapped my legs around him, to encourage him and that did it. He pushed me onto the bed, lying on top of me.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, taking my hands in his.
I looked up into his eyes – his very determined eyes — and saw his lust and his love. His hair fell into his eyes in that sexy way, and he was breathing fast. I knew he wanted me.
I was so ready for him, my flesh swollen and wet. I couldn’t wait for his hardness to fill me up completely.
"You sure you’re ready?" he whispered. “We can do other things if not.”
I shook my head. “I’m more than ready. It’s been more than six weeks.”
He kissed my neck. "You can say no, and I'll stop. I don’t want to hurt you."
"I want this," I said. "I want you. I need you."
He I kissed me again, deeply this time, claiming my mouth, sucking my tongue into his mouth while he ground his erection against my sex. My back arched at the sensations, and soon, I was panting, needing to feel him enter me.
He pulled off my nightgown, so that I lay naked beneath him. He ran his hands over my body, from my hips to my waist, and then cupped one breast in a hand.
"You are so lush," he whispered, then kissed his way down from my jaw to my neck. I glanced down and was afraid that I’d leak because of arousal, but so far, nothing and I tried to relax.
I closed my eyes as he ran his tongue all around the curve of my breasts then swiped it over the hard bud of one nipple. I groaned and arched my back, pressing my breasts, unable to stop myself.
"Please," I whispered, my eyes closed, my body throbbing with need. “I need you now.”
When I looked in his eyes, he was smiling, enjoying my pleading.
"Be patient," he said, his voice amused. "I like it when you beg for it."
I smiled. “Don’t get too used to it.”
He ran his tongue down my belly to my navel, and then lower to my thighs, which were spread. He pressed them open even wider and ran his tongue all around my clit without touching it, driving me wild with need. Finally, when I thought I would cry out from desire, he stroked it fully, pressing his tongue flat against it.